Poem 3?

Her Hair streaming behind her
As she flies from the thresh hold
As her tattered dress whips around,she runs
over the fence,into the woods
She goes,Running for freedom
Away she runs,from the screaming monsters behind her
Chasing her,they are
till the sun sets on the girls still hair,her tattered dress no longer whipping around
The sun Falls on the fallen girl,as she is found and her freedom?her chance for freedom is gone
Never to return,never to be given a second chance

As the sun disappears along with her freedom